But Jack says he laughs best who laughs last, and it's something to look forward to, to know you're going to be nice-looking in your old age when all your friends are wrinkled and faded." Rob's laugh was so appreciative that Mary felt with a thrill that he was finding her really entertaining.

She was sorry that Joyce's letter came to an end just then.

Her mother's last warning had been for her to remember on all occasions that she was much younger than Joyce's friends, and they would not expect her to take a grown-up share of their conversation.

She had promised earnestly to try to curb her active little tongue, no matter how much she wanted to be chief spokesman, and now, remembering her promise, she relapsed into sudden silence.
All the way out to the Valley she sat with her hands folded in her lap, on the seat opposite Joyce and Rob.

The car made so much noise she could catch only an occasional word of their conversation, so she sat looking out of the window, busy with her thoughts.
"Sixty minutes till we get there.